Catch catch

On the bus there are windows, some open and some don't. There are also people some open windows some don't and some do it incorrectly.

The opening windows are of the sliding variety, the left hand pane is held in place by a catch, when one desires some air the catch can be opened and the window slid right so it overlaps the other (immobile) pain. Simple enough you may think. it appears not, as on many of the busses people have managed to slide the right hand (immobile) pane to overlap the opening window. This is a testament to both how shoddily bus windows are put together and how inobservant people can be.

Once the necessity for the window to be open has passed rather than attempting to fix said window people more often than not slide the opening part of the window across, making it appear the the window is fixed and closed, if it were not for the inch wide gap between the two panes, allowing the air to whistle in as the bus picks up pace. Because the windows are incorrectly stowed the catch the should hold the window closed cannot be engaged and hangs down gently tapping a metallic rhythm to all in the bus. Today this happened and the man sitting next to it did nothing, nothing at all. He was an unusually tall man it would not have taken him much effort.

Missed stop 2

It happened again.

Missed stop

I rang the bell got up walked to the front of the bus to get off. the bus whistled past my stop so i grabbed the bell and rang it three times, the bus then came to an abrupt holt and i got off. it took me 30 seconds longer to get home from this spot than it would have from the bus stop.

Disk crash

today something horrible happened, my ipod broke, again.(it's fixed now) so ever the practical person i decided that for entertainment on the bus i would investigate that strange grey device in the corner of my room. it turned out to be a c.d. player. a c.d. player is like an ipod but larger takes aa batteries the kind you put as we in remotes) and played those shinny disks which we use to transport music from shops to the computer. as we all know c.d.'s as those disks are called do not contain as much music as an ipod but it is a pleasurable experience listening to them the main advantage is that after every song you don't have to take it out of your pocket and look at the screen just incase the next song is rubbish.

on the way in there was a delay and we waited at the lights for quite sometime as we approached it become clearer that there had been some kind of accident. this caused the chat level on the bus to increase as we got closer still the general murmured consensus was that someone had driven off the bridge that goes over our road the Northern woman at the back left pointing out the concrete on the road and the fatter woman at the front citing the windscreen in the bushes. so confident in our knowledge of events the mummer settled down into a contented hum. as we drove under the bridge something beautiful happened the entire bus turned around and looked at the bridge and in unison let out a collective sound of vindication (which i have not hear before (or since but to be fair it has only been 8 hours ago)) as it emerged that indeed someone had driven off the bridge. the bloke 3 seats in front of me looked for to long then noticed that we had all turned to face the front and in essence him, he was embarrassed.

Hair free

i had barely taken my my seat and settled down for my bus wait when a behoodied (blink 183 hoodie) skin head ran past me at quite a pace (obviously running from the law or a gang land battle how vile). Then another shaven headed man walked up to me asked if the bus i was waiting for had been he didn't say "has the bus you are waiting for been" that would be foolish he asked about the bus by name not knowing what bus i was waiting for. but I'm not going to tell you the name of my bus that would just leave me wide open to stalking) you probably know by now that as i was waiting for the bus it had not been, this was how i replied to the man but i put the words in a different order so as to be polite. then i said how it was usually late and in order to reenforce the truthfulness of my argument i told him how long i had been using this bus. the repliyed that he had been using it "for five years on and off" i said "yer?" in a tone that said oh really tell me some of you bus stories? he didn't reply.

later as i was listening to my ipod he decided now was a good time to tell me about the various ticket prices and savings that could be made, nominal at best in my opinion. it took him quite some time to tell me all the information it took ma about 30 seconds to glean from the first bus website several months ago.

before the bus came i saw a young father with cropped hair and a blink 182 hoodie obviously walking back to his daughter with the balloon that had just slipped her grasp. how nice.

Early/late Bus

Today i did everything as normal got up got showered got dressed, walked to the bus stop hung around at the bus stop for a few minutes (for it is the place to be at ten past nine on a saturday morning) hailed the bus got on the but put down five pounds eight pence one euro cent and five centimes, took my ticket and then my seat. at which point the driver turned round and shouted "these are foreign" he waited there for me to go back and find the necessary not foreign two pence which luckily i had them so we went on our way.

i finished work at four but knew the bus would not be at the stop till twenty to five.so i walked around the shopping centre but it was crowded and i had no cash so at ten past i went to the stop. luckily for me the traffic was really bad making the bus really slow so the earlier bus came to my stop just as i did. Unluckily for me the traffic was really bad making the bus really slow so the earlier bus that i caught came to my stop at the same time that the later bus i was going to catch would have.